She tried to hide the cloud of tears that has suddenly gathered. A product of the surging emotion, stirred by a past whose murky presence lurks in the air around her. She felt the life growing in her womb move gently. Her heart skipped a beat. Each time she feels distraught, the life inside her moves in empathy of her situation. It has a way of always reminding her that she is not alone.
As she cramped in labour, she could hear his voice in her subconsciousness,
“If you let that child live, count me out! We never met”
He had walked out of her life afterwards and had never come back. For nine months, she had drifted in a sea of confusion, perusing the sense in her resolve to keep the baby. Loved ones deserted her like a plague. To the society, whose accolade she has won all her life; tailing the norm like an ardent disciple, she became an outcast!
And there where the road ends, there where the wall stands, it is here she finds herself trapped - pushed to the wall. But then, she has to push! And so she pushed, pushed and pushed…and she pushed some more and the walls gave in…
And when she finally woke up, there beside her, wrapped neatly was a bundle of joy. She peered curiously into the eyes of the one cooing peaceful beside her, like one searching for answers. The baby beamed a smiled at her and that was it! That was all the answers she need. For in that moment, she felt loved…
